Sandra O'Connell
  • Touch me

    I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.

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  • Voluntourism exposes Guatemala’s soul

    My first impression of Guatemala was one that made my eyes leak. The glassy ripple of a lake shimmered across my pupils as I witnessed a surprise homecoming at Guatemala City airport.

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  • Short Story: Lust

    Lust was unpredictable. Her lust had its big bang somewhere between 1992 and 1994. She didn’t know its name at the time. Only that it was hungry.

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  • Short Story: When the breeze comes

    Last November, I entered the Canada Writes Short Story competition. My entry didn't make the long list, but I thought I'd share it here.

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By On April 19, 2016

I’m going steady with the number 18. It began on the adolescent sentimentality (read: unhealthy obsession) of a first kiss occurring on the 18th of February, 1994. From that moment on, I… Read More

La Vie Parisienne

A Literary Secret in Chinatown

By On April 2, 2016

Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog on December 8, 2015. I like secrets. I know you do too. The kind that bubble under your skin, aching to burst out, and pop… Read More


Undressing Madonna

By On October 20, 2015

Originally published at The Vancouver Sun blog on October 15, 2015 I couldn’t sleep last night. All my thoughts were pulsating, engorged, juicy. It was too hot. I had goosebumps. I was… Read More


Dear TIFF Diary

By On September 30, 2015

Originally published at the Vancouver Sun blog on September 21, 2015 There are a few things that get my creative juices really flowing. Gushing, actually. Cringe-worthy, spiritual-type moments like standing at the… Read More

Diner en Blanc

Succumb to something special

By On August 30, 2015

Originally published at The Vancouver Sun blog on August 27, 2015. There are naysayers, grumblers, bellyachers, troublemakers who swirl up a tornado of discontent at any and all opportunity. Whether it’s under… Read More

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Floating past fear

By On August 23, 2015

Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog on August 21, 2015. I played mermaid last week. Mermaid, sea otter, driftwood. I wasn’t in the ocean – no depths below, no horizon ahead,… Read More